American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

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Snapped!

The live feed from the drone connection was abruptly cut off.

Edgar abruptly turned off the video, his already dark complexion turning even more somber, as if water were about to drip from it.

He had seen the footage of the battle.

The outcome is inexplicable.

The people of the motherland have lost, and that's it.

The last fight with that guy could be explained by Homelander's poor mentality.

However, everything that is happening now tells him...

Homelander has used almost every trick in the book, but still hasn't killed that guy.

Even under the opponent's relentless attacks, it had almost no way to fight back, and in the end, it was as ridiculous as a stray dog, burrowing into the ground and running away.

An invincible and unstoppable Homelander, the protector of America, is now limping away!

"Useless! Damn piece of trash!"

At this moment, Edgar also lost his composure and roared angrily inside the house.

The atmosphere in the security department was very tense, and Rodney, the security minister standing next to him, didn't dare to breathe.

Once Edgar had calmed down, Rodney tentatively suggested, "There's a video, Mr. Edgar, would you like to see it..."

Is there even worse news?

Edgar frowned and nodded, looking at the video Rodney handed him.

"An unexpected scene unfolded at the scene involving Target Subject 58,"

In the scene, the monster soars into the sky, and just as Homelander is halfway up, the monster punches him down, slamming him into the ground...

Edgar watched the video. "What's wrong with this?"

"Sir, please look closely. This is the effect of the video being slowed down a hundredfold. The appearance of number 58 at high altitude is somewhat different from last time. There was no preparatory jump, and there is no movement trajectory between the two points..."

"He appeared there almost out of nowhere, without any warning, which means..."

"In other words, it seems he has gained a new ability..."

"Teleportation..."

Chapter 87 [Superhuman Weapon of Destruction!]

"Colonel, we meet again."

Mallory was fishing by the lake at her retirement home when she heard footsteps and a familiar voice.

She turned around and saw a burly black man standing not far behind her, next to a large tree.

He was quite familiar with that burly black man.

It was Marvin, his former subordinate in the Boys, who had the nickname "Mother's Milk".

Mallory was wondering why the breast milk had suddenly appeared in front of her when the empty sleeve of the breast milk caught her attention.

“Marvin, your hand…” Mallory frowned slightly.

However, the mother shrugged and smiled as if it didn't matter, "It's a pity to appear before the colonel in this state, but my arm will probably have to stay in Russia forever..."

The words about breast milk reminded Mallory of what Susan had once told her.

If nothing unexpected happened, the members of the Black Robe Group probably really did go to Russia at Susan's request.

Then they went to find the super weapon that had been rumored to have killed the soldier boy.

"You really went to Russia..."

Mallory's tone was somewhat wistful, but not surprising; she understood that if Butcher knew about this weapon, he would do anything to get it.

“The soldier boy is not dead, Colonel Marlos.”

Instead of picking up where Mallory left off, the mother suddenly started talking about the soldier boy.

However, Mallory paused slightly upon hearing the mention of breast milk, her brow furrowing, and her tone questioning, "What did you say? The soldier boy didn't die?"

She couldn't help but be puzzled, because during that operation years ago, she had personally witnessed the motionless soldier boy being taken away by a Russian helicopter.

As a result, several decades passed.

Marvin told her that the soldier boy was not dead.

The mother sighed deeply and nodded. "The soldier boy didn't die, and he's already on American soil. If I'm not mistaken, he's probably settling scores with his former comrades..."

"Your information must be wrong. According to my sources, Soldier Boy's former teammates are being eliminated by an Asian youth named Pei Yuan, who was part of a previous experiment conducted by the Vought Group."

Although Mallory no longer interferes in many CIA matters, her informants at Vought continue to pass messages to her.

In addition, Susan would occasionally communicate with her about matters related to the CIA.

Mallory's information was actually not behind the times; in fact, others knew even more.

"Pei Yuan? What is Butcher doing?"

Hearing the name of this former collaborator mentioned by Mallory, Breast Milk couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Before he left, Butcher had confidently assured the soldier boy that he would help him find and deal with his former teammates who had betrayed him.

"That's the same question I wanted to ask. Why are you the only one here? Where's that bastard Butcher?"

"That bastard, ugh, that bastard is already working with Soldier Boy to help him deal with the rest of his traitorous teammates, and then let him go after Homelander!"

Speaking of this, Breast Milk looked furious. In the Black Robe Group, everyone knew that the soldier boy was the enemy who killed his entire family.

Butcher, that guy, didn't even care about the most basic principles or his feelings in order to deal with Homelander.

"That guy is a real bastard."

Hearing about the breast milk, Mallory didn't find it strange at all about Butcher's choice.

Because in her eyes, Butcher had always been synonymous with bastard.

His current choice is quite in line with his ruthless and unscrupulous nature.

“Colonel Mallory, I’m not here today to chat with you, but to ask you to give something to Susan…”

"thing……"

"Yes, Colonel Mallory, come with me!"

At this point, the mother nodded slightly, said something to Colonel Marlowe, and then walked in that direction.

Although he was somewhat puzzled by Marvin's words, Mallory thought about it again and put down his fishing rod to follow him.

After all, she's not a qualified angler yet.

Leaving the lakeside, we walked through a grove of trees to the path leading to her villa.

At that moment, a white van was parked beside the path in front of the villa.

Breastfeeding walked to the back of the van, and when Mallory followed, she twisted the latch with her left hand and opened the metal door of the van.

Bright light from outside suddenly flooded into the carriage, illuminating the objects inside with exceptional clarity.

At this moment, a small, heavy weapon resembling a cannon stands upright in the center of the van, with two wheels underneath, allowing it to move freely.

Apart from its heavy size, it doesn't seem to be much different from an ordinary cannon.

The only difference was that the central part of the small cannon was constructed with a very strange steel disc with a diameter of thirty.

The steel disc, located behind the cannon barrel above the center of the gun, makes it hard to imagine its actual function here.

Mallory frowned upon seeing this, but she didn't voice her questions. She believed that Marvin's special visit to her wasn't simply to show her a small, oddly shaped cannon.

"Colonel Mallory, do you know what this is?"

With a mysterious smile on her face, the mother slowly walked onto the train carriage, like a magician revealing the final mystery.

Mallory smiled slightly. "I think this might be a surprise from you."

The mother smiled as she walked into the carriage and lifted the strange, round lid.

In an instant, a crimson light appeared, turning the entire carriage into a sea of ​​blood.

This scene left Mallory stunned.

Suddenly, an unbelievable thought popped into her head. She looked at Marvin, only to see him nod at her with a knowing smile.

"Blc Red, a Russian super weapon, capable of eliminating superhuman superpowers."

The soldier boy fell victim to this weapon. Although it's unclear why the Russians fused it with his body, it couldn't erase the devastation. It was those damned bastards' ultimate weapon!

As she spoke, the mother's face lit up with excitement as she smiled.

Butcher’s previous actions with the boy soldiers had deeply saddened him.

So after parting ways with Butcher and his group, breast milk once again ventured alone into Russian territory.

Not only did French have connections with the Russians, but he also had breast milk.